Raven stood over Enchantress, her presence overwhelming, casting a shadow of dominance that seemed to weigh heavily on the room. Enchantress knelt before her, trembling as the dark sorceress's eyes bore into her. Even in her defeat, there was still a flicker of resistance in the depths of Enchantress's eyes—a defiance Raven could not allow.
With a calculated flick of her wrist, Raven summoned her shadows, binding Enchantress's wrists and ankles to the cold floor beneath her. The sorceress gasped softly, her breath shallow as she felt the familiar, crushing weight of Raven's control. Raven's cock throbbed beneath her cloak, the anticipation of claiming Enchantress completely fueling her lust and hunger for power.
"You thought you could defy me," Raven purred, her voice a dangerous whisper as she stepped forward. "But you will learn the price."
'What the fuck? How did I not notice that on her all this time? What kind of pervert is she? Wearing a sex toy on her at all times?' Enchantress thought to herself as she saw the bulge on her loincloth, but something in her told her that her deductions were too simple to just classify the victor of the bout as a casual pervert. A deep fear was crawling into her but she couldn't do anything now, she was at the mercy of the victor, the winner takes it all. If there was any time to plead for her life, it was now.
Enchantress's body shivered as Raven's hand trailed down her back, tracing the curve of her spine with deliberate slowness. There was no escape—there never was. She had been ensnared by Raven's pheromones and the dark pull of her divine aura, and now she was helpless before the Futa Goddess.
Raven gripped her hips, flipping Enchantress onto her stomach, her shadows keeping her pinned in place. She pressed the head of her cock against Enchantress's tight entrance, the sensation of her precum dripping onto the sorceress's skin making her quiver.
"Please..." Enchantress whimpered, her voice strained. She could feel Raven's cock pulsing against her, and the thought of what was coming—both the pleasure and the punishment—made her heart race.
Raven leaned down, her lips brushing against Enchantress's ear. "You'll learn," she whispered, her breath hot and commanding, "that those who defy me will beg for mercy before the end."
With one powerful thrust, Raven buried herself inside Enchantress's tight pussy, stretching her to the limit. Enchantress's scream echoed through the room, a mix of pain and pleasure that Raven drank in with satisfaction. The sorceress's body trembled as Raven began to move, her hips slamming against her with brutal force. Raven didn't even engage in foreplay to warm her up and get the engine running but rather went in with only her precum acting as lube. It wasn't as a enjoyable for Raven as she had guessed but she wasn't trying to enjoy herself but rather a send across a painful message.
But Raven wasn't done. Her hand slid over Enchantress's stomach, her fingers pressing firmly against her womb. With a dark, twisted grin, Raven chanted a soft incantation in an ancient tongue, her magic seeping into Enchantress's body, coiling around her like a snake. The spell was woven into her womb, invisible but powerful.
Enchantress gasped, her eyes widening in shock as she felt the magic take hold, but before she could fully comprehend what Raven had done, another hard thrust ripped a cry from her throat. Her body shook with every movement, her pussy clenching around Raven's cock, but the spell's effects began to reveal themselves. Despite the rough entry along with the pain, Enchantress found herself enjoying Raven's ministrations and was already reaching the O face, the orgasmic state of bliss.
Each time Enchantress reached the brink of orgasm, her body tensed, her muscles quivering in anticipation of release... only to be pulled back from the edge, the pleasure resetting as if it had never happened. The cycle repeated again, and again—fifteen times over—each denial more torturous than the last.
"No!" Enchantress sobbed, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face. "Please! Let me cum, Goddess... I beg you!" Enchantress began to understand the sick game Raven was playing now and the spell she cast on her. If this went on any longer, she would lose her mind! She would rather discard all pride in her to retain herself wholly than be turned into nothing but a toy for Raven. A part of her wanted, but another vehemently begged her to toss aside her pride now or all her accumulations in magic might as well turn into a blind servitude to her opponent, when that happens she might not be herself forever and she could feel it creeping in on her in such a scary fashion that she wondered, what has Raven become?
Raven chuckled darkly, her grip tightening on Enchantress's hips as she continued to pound into her. "This is your punishment," Raven hissed, her voice dripping with malice and satisfaction. "You will feel every inch of me, every wave of pleasure... but you will never reach release. Not until I decide you've suffered enough."
Enchantress's cries filled the room, her body writhing beneath Raven, desperate for the climax that was constantly just out of reach. Each thrust sent her spiralling toward the edge, her body aching for release, but the spellbound her, trapping her in an endless loop of unbearable pleasure.
Raven's pace quickened, her cock driving deeper and harder into Enchantress's wet, trembling pussy. The sound of their bodies slamming together echoed through the chamber, accompanied by the sorceress's sobs and pleas.
Raven's hand pressed harder against Enchantress's womb, her eyes glowing with dark satisfaction. "You thought you could challenge me?" Raven growled, her hips snapping forward with brutal force. "This is what happens to those who defy the Futa Goddess."
With every thrust, Raven felt her own pleasure build, the tight heat of Enchantress's pussy driving her closer to release. But she wasn't done yet. She wanted to hear Enchantress beg for mercy, to see the tears streaming down her face as she realized there would be no reprieve, no escape from the torment Raven had inflicted upon her.
Enchantress's sobs grew louder, her body convulsing with the sheer intensity of the pleasure that she couldn't fully experience. "Please... please, Goddess... I can't take it anymore..." she cried, her voice hoarse and broken. "Let me cum... I'll do anything..."
Raven grinned wickedly, her cock twitching inside Enchantress as she neared her own release. "Not yet," she whispered, her voice a dark promise. "Not until you understand what it means to be mine."
With a final, powerful thrust, Raven buried herself to the hilt inside Enchantress, her cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum spilt into the sorceress's trembling body. Enchantress gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head as she felt the hot flood of Raven's seed filling her, but the spell still held—she couldn't release it, no matter how much she wanted to. With the volume of cum shown, it showed that Raven didn't enjoy this fuck one bit.
Raven pulled out slowly, her cock still dripping with cum, and looked down at Enchantress with cold satisfaction. The sorceress lay beneath her, broken and trembling, her body wracked with the aftershocks of pleasure that she would never be allowed to fully experience.
"This is your place," Raven said softly, her hand trailing down Enchantress's spine. "You exist to serve me, to obey me. And if you ever think of defying me again, remember this moment."
Enchantress whimpered, her body still quaking from the overwhelming sensation of Raven's cock inside her. She nodded weakly, her tears staining the floor as she whispered, "Yes, Goddess... I understand... I am yours."
Raven smiled, satisfied with her work. She would keep Enchantress bound to her, body and soul, and the sorceress would never forget the price she had paid for defiance. Today's work was quick, but that was because Raven had gotten overwhelmingly stronger that when she first began her conquest. A holographic figure of the earth was revolving around her palm as she laughed softly while looking up at the sky.
'Soon… soon, they will all worship me. They will all fear me-no, they will adore me, and wish they could be in my presence. Whoever thought world domination had such a sweet feel to it?' Raven closed her palm, engulfing the world to bits in her palm as she vanished into the shadows.
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